- Volatile-

Crisp white linen,
The air spiked with nicotine.
Those eyes that droop on the edges,
As if misery, was an imprint.

Taste the salt,
From the lips that form
Tight black lines unto burning skin.
Another presence crackles in the lucid air.

The weight is bolted,
Doubled over,
Far and in between,
A burden coiled in chains.

A fistful of hair,
Entwined and starkly inhaled,
Another promise on a dark night,
Slicing the air from my lungs.

Headfirst, plummet now, plummet
To the endless void,
Of my volatile, volatile heart,
Till blood stains the linen,
In cold blue.

//sandra.esperanza.

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jerome{bro}
samantha
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khai
amrita
hafiz
vivien
sharon
eliza
vera
wei ye


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sandra esperanza

"I am the personification
of the irony that life brings.
I am the subtle whisperings,
of your lucid dreams.
What I am,
is the breaking of my soul,
and the rekindling of fire."

-- by me, to you.

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